Snakes - Aurelio Voltaire

You set the snakes loose inside my belly.

They’re done with my supper,

They start on my endocrine lining.

You said, «Please stop your wining!»

This isn’t a love song.

I’m through writing those for you.

All the while you claimed

The ghost in you lives, but it’s dead

It’s inside my head

And all that I know is that it’s midnight

And you haven’t called.

Oh, when you sigh, and you cry,

I figure you probably lie

And I’m here waiting.

And all I can see, if there’s anyone fooled

Then it’s probably me and I’m here waiting.

And all that I know is that it’s midnight

And you haven’t called.

And all that I know is that it’s midnight

And you haven’t called.